The Cure to Federal Income Tax Advice

Many years ago, there lived a legend in the world ofknuckles and broken pencils.
federal taxes. His fame grew day by day as dozens,The first flakes of what the sages predicted as a mild
then hundreds of filers sought out his wisdom onwinter were beginning to fall when Bernie packed a
heady matters, such as above the line deductions andsatchel & checked the batteries yet again on his
exemptions for dependents. He was also popular atfavorite calculator. He'd decided, finally, that the solution
parties. His knowledge of the IRS and therefore histo his land's bitterness was a journey. He'd walk the
ability to give advice on federal income tax forms wastreacherous road to the capital and personally petition
topped by no man. He was universally loved for hisKing Taxalol to send his township a full copy of the
generous guidance, and yet also feared. Feared, for hecountry's tax code, thereby relieving poor Lord Bernie
was becoming the land's sole aggregator of taxhis obligation to give federal income tax advice. It was
information. If Bernie's princely demeanor turneddifficult to believe the King would even meet with
capricious, the people of the land would be left twistingBernie, much less send one of the coveted tax guides
in the foul wind of his tainted mind, come tax time.to such a far-flung subsidiary. These things were true,
It was amongst this thinking that Lord Bernie felt thethought Bernie as he shouldered the pack as if
fear turn to resentment. A neighbor might comeimagining its weight 30,000 paces later. True, but. This
looking for help with a 1040 form, perhaps some simplewas his land he was walking away from. And though
federal income tax advice, but talk would soon turnhe mightn't have been a particularly imaginative man,
dark, heated. One comment might broach the virtue ofhe was a determined one.
Bernie's daughter, or call to question the milk quality ofPlus, he had compromising pictures of the King with
his prized cows, and from out of the humble houseone of his prize cows. That, he prophesied, would at
would pour the two men, flinging blood and tax formsleast get him an audience with the King. Whether he'd
to all points of the dusty yard. After a number of suchbe at the end of a pike for his meeting with the
incidents, Bernie realized the expanding balloon of hisreagent was beyond the abilities of his ciphering. And
neighbors' resentment would continue until it exploded,so began Lord Bernie's quest for the cure to federal
resulting in something much worse than bloodiedincome tax advice.